Down the ladder we go

[Connor 0]

A joint log of Ens. S. Connor and Dr. J. Mccellan

---Engage Log---

Perspective shifts. Odd, swirling colours spin past dizzyingly, as Connor stood there, watching, staring. It wasn't, on the whole, a very

nice place to be, if it even was a place. But it looked familliar, in a way. Yes.. He had been here before. It was when he was 6. He had

fallen in the pool, swallowed a lot of water. He'd nearly died. He drifted between here and reality for days. Connor muttered to himself,

his voice thin and echoey, "This ain't good.." Odd things wandered past, created from from pure, unadulterated imagination. Unnamed horror

and untold beauty wandered past as he sat and rubbed his eyes. "Nope.. This ain't good at all.." He opened his eyes...

And opened his eyes. He was in Sickbay, lying on a biobed.

 

Dr. McCellan had finished sealing and promoting healing in the tissues on Connor's forehead. The gashes on the chest were almost healed as

well, blood still remained on the bed where the wounds were once open. She looked at the wide awaken Connor. "How are you feeling?"

Connor groaned and tried to sit up "Wha.. What happened?"

 

She helped him sit up carefully. "You, took a tumble, down the ladder from the deck."

 

"Those damnfool Starfleet techies... I told 'em we needed stairs, with proper landings.. But would they listen? Nooo, that's be too hard on

the budget, they said. It's a blody starship, I told them, they can afford to put some actual stairs in!" He glanced at the expression on her

face. "I'm ranting, aren't I?"

 

"You deserve it... Let it all out." She walked to the overhead display to see if all the internal damage and concussion was fully resolved.

 

He fell silent for a moment, then asked, "So. How bad am I?"

 

The doctor glided back to the biobed. "Not too bad, how do you feel?"

 

Connor winced. "Not too badly, other than a killer headache.

 

"Mmm." The doctor murumured to herself. "Your third degree concussion might be the headache, your head needs a few days to recover properly."

 

"I thought you said it wasn't bad?! That sounds bad to me!"

 

The doctor looked at her patient slowly. He looked back, a look of mild panic in his eyes.

 

"It's not bad, it may sound like it."

 

"Not bad? I know people who've died of concussions!"

 

She sighed, "So, you want to die?"

 

"What kind of question is that? Of course I don't want to die!"

 

"Then, leave your recovery to me and shut up."

 

He looked shocked for a moment, as he'd only been told to shut up by Laz before, then grinned. "Shutting up as ordered, ma'am."

 

The tired doctor looked away. "Sorry... I didn't mean it."

 

"Aye, I understand, we've all had those days."

 

"Yea, 'one of those days.' Lie down, rest." Jasmine patted Connor's shoulder

 

He sighed and lay back "That's probably best, yes." A mischevious twinkle appeared in his eyes "But if I do happen to die while in your care,

I'll be having a stern word with the captain about it!"

---End Log---